Hogar is a half-orc Beastmaster Ranger on a quest to destroy Orcus the Demon Prince of the Undead. This is his journal, recounting the exploits of Hogar and his companions on their quest.

25th Day of Garmensis

Hogar’s Journal (Translated from Giant)

Year 781 of the founding of the City

25th Day of Garmensis

The King’s Road – En-route to Winterhaven

The rain falls more
persistently now and no longer from a clear sky. There are evil portents in this land. Something grows in the shadow.

As I survey the ruin of the King’s Road, now more mud track than
Imperial Highway, I fear the effect a manifestation of Orcus may have on this
region. Scarcely three generations after
the destruction visited on Nentir Vale by my grandfather, the march of an
undead legion would drive civilisation from these lands indefinitely.

Diefenbaker has
discovered corpses lying on and around the road. Russet lizard-men they are known to me as
kobalds. There has been a struggle here
and these creatures came off second best.
Stripped of most of their clothes and possessions, their black blood
stains the land.

There is also a pool of red blood in the road that looks like bad news
for whoever it came from, it has the odour of Elf about it. Vic agrees, crouching over the scene like one
of the Emperor’s watchmen investigating a murder back in Nerath, he can sense
the aura of his woodland cousins. He
believes that the wound would have been fatal.
Truly a shadow forms over this place.

We make good time
and should reach Winterhaven tomorrow or the day after.

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ss=MsoNormal style='text-indent:36.0pt'>We make steady progress despite the poor condition of the road and the
worsening weather. Diefenbaker pads over
the moor land. Off into the distance and
back again, sniffing for interesting scents and scouting ahead as a good
hunt-wolf should. Minron is his usual
quiet self, as determined to see this through as I am, the tall minotaur strides
out before us resplendent in his scarlet cloak and gleaming armour. He has little use for words or actions that
will not further us in our hunt for the Demon Prince. This leaves Old Vic to make the conversation
as usual, a position he relishes. Our
commander can go on for seemingly indefinite amounts of time about the exploits
of his younger days. Some people do not
realise the benefits of quiet introspection.